Death.

		Sometimes, probably only sometimes, life comes down to one of those

perfect moments, one of those moments where you suddenly realize that every important decision you made in your past life was wrong. That your whole life is completely fucked, and that it's your fault, because you simply suck. That's how i feel currenlty. If you just smelled suicide tendencies, 100 points, you're right. I feel crunched, crumbled, worthless, and I'm pissed because it's my own fault.

And in addition to that, there's always a decision to take. Why the fuck is it never obvious which way would be the best for me, would suit my needs, wouldn't make me hate myself in the future.

And. Why is it so difficult to talk to someone about all these problems because I reckon nobody would understand me; I'm just too fucked.

Listening to 'Boulevard of broken dreams' right now. 

Music can be very helpfull sometimes.

I guess I'll try to implement a comment-feature into this blog as soon as possible, so I can see if someone actually reads this junk. Actually cares.